Last year I got a weeping willow tattoo on my leg. It is a half-dead half-alive tree. The irony in getting that in 2020 then losing my husband is not lost on me. But the reason I got that tattoo ...
I am divorced. And I am a widow. I’m a divorced (not remarried) widow. Can those two identities co-exist? I’ve asked myself this question a lot over the past three years and I still haven’t found an answer. AJ and ...
In that last week of my husband's life I was keeping track of what time I gave medicines. My daughters had set up a spreadsheet for us to monitor everything. Medicines to try to keep my husband out of pain ...
I was having a hard time figuring out what to write about this week. There is so much I want to share with my fellow widows. I started writing a different post, but it felt like this post should come ...
In my 2524 days as a widow, I have learned so much. Death, grief, and survival have taught me more than I can write about. I have learned I am blessed to have those who are here to help ...
Before I became a widow, I don’t remember hearing much about triggers. Possibly in relation to war veterans, but otherwise, not so much. Perhaps I was just living in my shiny, happy bubble. You seem to learn a whole new ...
This past week, I was up at our cottage in northern Michigan, and I joined the family at nearby Ocqueoc Falls. Rick used to make fun of the falls. When I first took him there, he kept laughing as he ...
Suggestion: If you have people that count on you on a daily basis, try and get your shit together enough to be there for them at least briefly each day. If those people are your children, they need you. ...
Perhaps one of the most well known terms to a widowed person is “moving on.” And as well intentioned as it usually is, it is one that we may invariably start strongly disliking. I know for me, the whole “when ...